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Three unrelated bits clipped from newspapers pasted down in a little black book, my morgue to tease the brain when I want a mood.
Movie ad for “La Vie en Rose.”
A woman’s short story about missing the father that left when she was a child, leaving behind this forever young face.
A city street from another time.
Practicing, practicing. Been trying to post this for a few weeks but keep adding more. Rough and not ready, here it is.
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